Michael & I had one too many drinks at the (incredibly perfect) Hemingway Bar and proceeded to go up the beautiful staircase to the suites of the Ritz. We stopped on each level to admire the decor, take stupid videos and snap cheesy pictures. On our way winding back through the shop displays to leave, we were stopped by a security guard who asked to check my phone pictures. With nothing incriminating found, he was very kind and let our tipsy selves leave – amid many, many excuses and sorrys. We maaaybe should have realized the caliber of guests that stay there and don’t want to be disturbed, but what are two antique interior junkies to do?!